A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... returned , coldly , again . " People are either very much to be pitied or blamed who are in such a position , I think . " " Do you pity or blame them most ? ” " I cannot possibly do either , till I know the cir- cumstances , " she said ...
... returned , coldly , again . " People are either very much to be pitied or blamed who are in such a position , I think . " " Do you pity or blame them most ? ” " I cannot possibly do either , till I know the cir- cumstances , " she said ...
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... returned from travelling in the East . Don't you think him picturesque - looking ? " " Picturesque ? Yes , I suppose so . Pictures are of various kinds . Do you admire that style of picture ? " " I do , " she returned , looking up with ...
... returned from travelling in the East . Don't you think him picturesque - looking ? " " Picturesque ? Yes , I suppose so . Pictures are of various kinds . Do you admire that style of picture ? " " I do , " she returned , looking up with ...
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Marian James. " Do you — Innocence ? " He laughed , as he returned her look . " Well , I know nothing about him ; but , as a general rule , I hate fellows with eccentric beards and outré style ; a sure sign of a coxcomb , take my word ...
Marian James. " Do you — Innocence ? " He laughed , as he returned her look . " Well , I know nothing about him ; but , as a general rule , I hate fellows with eccentric beards and outré style ; a sure sign of a coxcomb , take my word ...
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... returned Mr Farquhar , warm- ly , seeing that the words were uttered in a half- questioning tone ; " I know few things that Vaughan Hesketh could not do , if he once resolved on doing them . " 66 Exactly ; and he seems to have been ...
... returned Mr Farquhar , warm- ly , seeing that the words were uttered in a half- questioning tone ; " I know few things that Vaughan Hesketh could not do , if he once resolved on doing them . " 66 Exactly ; and he seems to have been ...
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... returning to Madras for two years , and meanwhile leave their children under Miss Kendal's care . And she has chosen to come here . The house is already taken . " He stood pulling at the tassels of the sofa- cushion with a petulant air ...
... returning to Madras for two years , and meanwhile leave their children under Miss Kendal's care . And she has chosen to come here . The house is already taken . " He stood pulling at the tassels of the sofa- cushion with a petulant air ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
appeared asked Beacon's Cottage beautiful began better Blanche bling Bracebridge brown hill cambric Caro Caroline Caroline's Carry chair cheek child clasped colour companion cried Crooksforth Dear Vaughan door drew earnest Elizabeth Kendal eyes face Farquhar feel felt flowers flush gaze George Farquhar girl glad glance grace hand happy head heard heart hill keth knew lady laughing leaned light lips listen looked Madame de Vigny minute Miss Kendal Miss Maturin moorlands morning mother-of-pearl never old gentleman once pain pale passionate pause pleasant pleasure poor present pretty quhar quiet Redwood reply rose round seemed silence silver birch smile sofa sort spoke stood strange sudden suppose sweet talk tell tenderness terrace things thought Thurlston told tone took truth turned uncle uncle's uttered Vaughan Hesketh voice walk watch Windleton window wish words young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 328 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Página 328 - The swift swallow pursueth the flies smale; The busy bee her honey now she mings ; Winter is worn that was the flowers' bale. And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays; and yet my sorrow springs.
Página 328 - The soote season that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill, and eke the vale; The nightingale, with feathers new, she sings; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come ! for every spray now springs; The hart hath hung his old head o'er the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he Sings; The fishes float with new repaired scale; The adder all her slough away she flings; The swift swallow pursueth the flies small; The busy bee her honey new she brings. Winter is...